Chapter Eighteen
Reckless Endeavors
Ed woke to muffled birdsong. Brilliant morning sunshine was similarly baffled by the tightly closed blinds. But they’d neglected to draw the curtains. Without these it was light enough to see that Julie had awakened coincidentally. As they rose onto elbows the sheets slipped off to show the already fading marks of yesterday’s abuse on her breasts.
Rather than rise to make breakfast, run the mistress’ tub or just beg after her bidding, Ed reached for a bottle of medicated skin restorative kept on the headboard. As she’d done so often for him, he rubbed unguent into the evidence of their excesses.
Leaving even the most ghostly scars on such a sumptuous source of life-love would be sacrilegious. As his lotioned palms glided greasily over those grossly
